The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... leave Thy bosom , and this glorie next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleas'd , on me let Death wreck all his rage ; Under his gloomie power I shall not long Lie vanquisht ; thou hast givn me to possess Life in ...
... leave Thy bosom , and this glorie next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleas'd , on me let Death wreck all his rage ; Under his gloomie power I shall not long Lie vanquisht ; thou hast givn me to possess Life in ...
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... leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste it all my self , and leave ye none ! So disinherited how would ye bless Me now your Curse ! Ah , why should all mankind For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemn'd , If guiltless ? But from ...
... leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste it all my self , and leave ye none ! So disinherited how would ye bless Me now your Curse ! Ah , why should all mankind For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemn'd , If guiltless ? But from ...
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... leave me to respire This day a solemn Feast the people hold To Dagon thir Sea - Idol , and forbid Laborious works , unwillingly this rest Thir Superstition yields me ; hence with leave Retiring from the popular noise , I seek This ...
... leave me to respire This day a solemn Feast the people hold To Dagon thir Sea - Idol , and forbid Laborious works , unwillingly this rest Thir Superstition yields me ; hence with leave Retiring from the popular noise , I seek This ...
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